Stop breathing.
Don't move.
A word and it will hear us.
A motion might consume us.
Risk remains,
Of dreaded dreams,
The paralyzing titan,
Molded of nightmare memory
Of fault, failure and fear;
But my fears are all of stillness,
Of solitary silence,
Of senses softly seized,
And seeming smile's empty sounds.
Willful pride preserves
Our demon dream
Of weakness waking;
It shackles our assurance.
It suckles our suspicion.
Is innocence so far from reach
Its hand cannot be held?
I want to run.
I want to yell,
To dance and sing and strive and scream
And live and love and laugh and cry
And see and smell and feel and fall
And hear and hope and have and...
Hush.
Stop breathing.
Don't move.
Don't move.
A word and it will hear us.
A motion might consume us.
Risk remains,
Of dreaded dreams,
The paralyzing titan,
Molded of nightmare memory
Of fault, failure and fear;
But my fears are all of stillness,
Of solitary silence,
Of senses softly seized,
And seeming smile's empty sounds.
Willful pride preserves
Our demon dream
Of weakness waking;
It shackles our assurance.
It suckles our suspicion.
Is innocence so far from reach
Its hand cannot be held?
I want to run.
I want to yell,
To dance and sing and strive and scream
And live and love and laugh and cry
And see and smell and feel and fall
And hear and hope and have and...
Hush.
Stop breathing.
Don't move.